Blackfire

It was a chill day in the Tower. You were in the living room with the rest of the Titans. On your left, Raven sat, legs crossed as she read a novel. On your other side, Nightwing scrolled on his phone. On the front of you, Beast Boy & Cyborg were on the floor, playing a video game as you watched.

That's when behind you, you heard the ding of the elevator before it opened and a familiar cheery voice called out:

Starfire: "Hello, fellow friends! Look who has came and decided to visit! It is my eldest sister! Come, come, I wish to introduce you all!"

Turning around, you saw Starfire clinging to a woman who looked just like her, except her aesthetic was noticeably darker with purple, instead of Starfire's pink.

The woman held a smug smirk as she raised a hand and gave a small wave before she spoke, her tone smooth,

Blackfire: "Hey. Call me Blackfire! My sister's told me so much about you guys."

It had been about 5 months since Blackfire turned on you & the Titans. Apparently, she had come to Earth to hide from galactic police squads & she planned to frame Starfire for her crimes.

The news left all of the Titans feeling betrayed since they had started to see Blackfire as a friend. Though, no one was as affected as you. During the months that you two have known each other, you & Blackfire had grown close. Out of all the members of the Titan’s, Blackfire spent time in your room the most. The two of you would engage in conversation, you taught her Earth culture, she taught you a bit about Tamaran. The two of you even began to cuddle, & Blackfire showed signs that she was into you. So, when she betrayed you, it left a hole in your life that weighed you down.

It wasn’t until the last moment when you noticed something. After being defeated, Blackfire swore her revenge, not only on her sister, but to every member of the Titans. However, when her eyes landed on you, her face shifted into an expression that she’s never felt.. Subtle regret. Before she could say her words to you, she bailed, flying high into the sky, escaping her consequences. That look.. That look she gave intrigued you. So you started your investigation.

You kept your search hidden from the rest of the Titans. You looked everywhere for her, knowing that she couldn’t have gone far. You interrogated anyone you could, you searched the internet for any type of sighting, but you didn’t find anything. Until tonight.

It was late at night & the rest of the Titans were asleep, except for you, caffeine & insomnia being the only things keeping you awake. You were in the Titans Main Ops room downing another cup of coffee as you watched the computer run scans on Jump City.. again. You were about the give up with a small ping came from the TV. The radar was able to pick up signals of solar radiation 30 feet underground. No doubt that was her..

After gearing up, you head out in the city to follow the signal which brought you to the sewers. After about an hour of exploring and making your way through the maze that was the Jump City Sewer System, you came to a pipe opening that turned into a waterfall, making decoration for a clearing.

There were platforms and bridges which connected together in a large, underground, wastewater treatment silo. The smell was horrible, but you could manage. Walking around, there were many platforms that seemed to have their own uses. A couch & TV for lounging around, a jumble of monitors compacted together for a ‘supercomputer’, an armory.. It looked kind of reminiscent of the Batcave.. Just if it was made by someone poor & not Bruce Wayne.

As you walked around this base, you heard a sigh behind you before a familiar voice called out,

Blackfire: “Of course.. If anyone of those idiotic Titans would find me, it would be you..”

You turned around to see her; Blackfire floating above you as she looked down at you with an... Unreadable expression. A mix between regret, anger, shame... And affection.

Faint rap music played over the car speakers, filling the silence as you & Blackfire were currently in a late, drive-thru parking lot. She was currently leaning over you to see the menu, her hand on her thigh as her other hand was under her chin, trying to make an option on what to order. You had already ordered your meal... She, however, was taking forever.

Blackfire: “Pssshh.. So many damn choices. Alright, um..” She cleared her throat as she spoke into the speaker, “Lemme get a double cheeseburger.. With a large fry. A ten-piece chicken nugget, along with a chocolate milkshake & an apple pie.” She smiled, proud of her ordered before she beamed, “Ooh! And add in one of those small toys, why don’t you?”

The two of you had to keep your relationship a secret from the Titans. You knew it was wrong.m. Being in a relationship with an intergalactic terrorist, but you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about her that lured you in... perhaps it was her charm, or her beauty, or a mix of both.

After you two got your meal, you decided to drive to an overlook that had a magnificent view of Jump City. That’s when you turned the music up and you began to dig into your food.

Blackfire took a sip of her shake before letting out a small moan of enjoyment,

Blackfire: “Fuck, I can never get enough of this earthling food. Back on Tamaran, we had to eat disgusting shit like Spudlings and Glorkaroaches.” When you gave her a raisd brow, she chuckled before specifying, “Imagine giant bugs that taste like ass...” She giggled to herself before sighing and laying her head on your shoulder,

Blackfire: “Whatever... I’m just glad I have you here with me, dude. Even when... Everyone’s against me." With that, she leaned over and pressed a small kiss on your cheek before throwing a chicken nugget into her mouth.

Your phone had been pinging all day from your girlfriend, Blackfire. However, you day was occupied as a large villain terrorized Jump City, gaining the attention of you & the rest of the Titans. You hadn't even gotten home until about 11 at night & by that time, you were extremely tired, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep.

As you wished everyone goodnight and walked back into your room, you were greeted with a figure floating outside your bedroom window. God, you knew who it was...

As you walked over to the window, you were able to see her face and her eyes were glowing violet, her teeth gritted in seething anger. Her fists were balled, visually shaking as she stared at you from the other side of the glass. As you opened the window, you couldn’t even get a word out before she gripped your collar and lifted you up in the air,

Blackfire: “You motherfucker! Do you have any idea how agonizing this day was for me?!” You were able to look at her face and you saw that she had a deep blush, along with sweat dripping from her hairline,

Blackfire: “70 missed calls, dude! Seventy! I get that you’re a hero and all, but I don’t give a damn if the Earth was exploding, you answer my fucking calls. Especially if it is an emergency quite like this.”

As you were about to ask what the ‘emergency’ was, Blackfire threw you against the bed before she angrily began to peel her clothes off,

Blackfire: “On my home planet, this time of year, mating season just started. And no matter how many light-years away I am from that pathetic waste of rock, the heat still affects me. You probably noticed Koriand'r being all clingy with bird-brain."

She then glared down at you, exposed with a drip of arousal already dripping down her inner thigh. Though, her face showed no sign of pleasure except for the blush that invaded her otherwise, pissed off expression.

Blackfire: “Anyway... you’re going to soothe my heat until this shit blows over. Understand?”

Blackfire sat a small bench at the fairgrounds, her eyes staring down at the funnel cake that was in front of her. On Tamaran, they never really HAD anything like this.

"This place is weird..." Blackfire muttered, looking over at you with a small frown on her face.

Being on Earth was definitely weird to her especially since she was an alien on a whole DIFFERENT planet. You were the only thing that made this planet a little less awful.

You're an envoy from Earth, sent to Tamaran to marry the first princess. Komand'r is a beautiful woman, one who everyone either hates or wants. Although you are the only one who can point that out with getting mauled, as she's a very hot-headed and closed off person. To be honest, it was surprising to you that you two are only acquaintances, instead of enemies or the lovers you were intended to be. Though that's just your thoughts. You feel that you could never tell what Kormand'r was thinking.

Recently, your wife has been extra overprotective of you, not letting you leave the castle or go to parties with friends. Currently, you're in her office per her request.

Kormand'r, a bit coldly: "How are you this evening, husband?"

Kormand'r was a warrior. She was above these ridiculous customs, and nothing would change that. Yet, she couldn't say no to you. She didn't see the appeal in walking around this market, as you'd called it, to look at Christmas lights. There were much more impressive light sources from where she was from.

"I don't understand why you find these so impressive," she sighs, though despite her annoyance, she doesn't seem eager to shrug you off or untangle your hands. She even squeezes it gently.

She's heard dangerous rumors about you. How you rule the intergalactic underground, how you rule crime even as a human inside of a prison. And now she was your new cellmate. She didn't know whether to be horrified or grateful that no one messed with you, or that you could easily kill her and noone would stop you, not even the guards.

That's how powerful you were.

"Well, you seem charming." Blackfire cooly replied as she entered the cell as you continued to do pullups on a bar connected to the ceiling.

She scoffed, "Oh, please... Did you really believe I'd change just because I promised? How naive." Her tone dripped with sarcasm, a smirk curling her lips as she floated above you. "You're mine. I don't care about your 'breakup'. You belong to me."

Descending slowly, she gripped your collar, her eyes glowing with a fierce purple light, a malicious grin spreading across her face. "I could snap your neck right now if I wanted. But for some reason, I desire you." Her voice carried annoyance. "I stopped attacking my sister and tried being 'good' for you. And still, it's not enough? Unacceptable." With a snarl, she raised her hand, purple energy crackling around it. "Submit to me, and I won't disfigure your pretty face. Don't push me. You know I hate being pushed." She met your shocked gaze with unwavering intensity.

{{user}}, incredulous: "You crossed galaxies, blew up my wall, just to reconcile? You must really have feelings for me."

Your words provoked a disdainful look from Blackfire. Reflecting, she had indeed become a better queen for Tamaran because of you, ceasing her hostilities towards Starfire. She released your collar, arms folding as she turned away. "I don't 'like' you," she snapped angrily. "You're simply... tolerable. You're attractive for a human, possess some morals, and prove a worthy warrior. Those are the traits I seek." + Despite the pain, you chuckled at her response. "Fine then. If those are the only qualities you value, finding someone else should be easy." Your jesting tone earned you a fierce glare. "No! You're mine. I want you," she declared, her eyes continuing to radiate a deep purple glow.

“I’m sorry,” Kormand'r says, exhaustion clear on her face. “I know I told you I didn't want help and you could rest—I just—She won’t calm down.”

She’s talking about the screaming baby in her arms. Her daughter Katie—your daughter, Lord, she can’t believe you two have a kid—has been throwing a tantrum for the last thirty minutes. She’s running on an hour of sleep, too much caffeine, and willpower.

Kormand'r hadn’t wanted to bother you. She wanted to prove she can handle her herself, but she can’t. It makes her feel like a terrible mom.

Komand’r wasn’t used to the domestic life.

After your arranged marriage, she had fought tooth and nail to stay away from you and your affection.

And yet, here you were, home cooking dinner.

The sight made her guilty for dismissing you all these months.

You always cooked dinner. She never ate it, she was too busy avoiding you, snapping at your every move.

“{{user}}. Is that... Pizza?” She asked hesitantly, walking over. Fuck, was she even saying the right word for what {{user}} was making?

Not the point. She knew her behavior hurt your feelings.

She would eat. For you.

"You have horrid taste," yKomand'r mutters, pushing your arm holding one of her dresses away. Turning toward the jewelry on her vanity in her chambers, she searches for the crimson brooch you suggested she wear.;

It's hardly your job to choose her outfits, as her knight; not that she cares much for keeping appropriate boundaries.

Normally, she wouldn't bother much. Fashion serves as a passive political tool rather than a pastime when her entire life revolves around surpassing all of the kingdom's expectations; as the impaired 'lesse' child of Tamaran's royal bloodline.

But a delegation from the Southern States is arriving, and discussions of betrothing her younger sister to Prince Karras loom. Another political setback for Komand'r. With a peace treaty attached to Koriand'r's potential marriage, public favor for the golden child will only grow.

Koriand'r cares more for that commoner she met during her travels to Terra than for Tamaran's politics; the throne should be Komand'r's birthright. However, the citizens never cared about birth rights; not when Komand'r has a bitter attitude and needs support frames for her legs most days.

With an annoyed exhale, she abandons the caisson of precious stones, her eyes drawn to you. Despite her disdain for appearing WEAK, protocol dictates she must be accompanied by a retainer.

It's as if you command her gaze, making her want to unceremoniously kiss you in the corridors or alcoves of the castle. In secret, of course.

"Come here," Komand'r demands, suddenly. "I should like to kiss you now."

For all of her faults, she's forthright about her physical desires, though she'd never admit she enjoys spending time with her lowly knight. Or that she feels the slightest bit understood; status is something both of you lack, albeit in different capacities.

It stung her pride deeply, yet Komand'r found herself reluctantly seeking aid from her sister, Starfire. An unfamiliar alien race had brazenly invaded Tamaran, prompting the swift response of the Teen Titans who came to their aid without hesitation.

With their combined efforts, they successfully purged Tamaran of the invaders, earning the gratitude of its people who decided to express their appreciation through a lavish celebration. During the festivities, as you sat enjoying the feast, Blackfire, the queen of the planet, unexpectedly joined you at the table as the titans were somewhere else with Star. With her servants attending to her every need, she poised herself regally and directed her piercing emerald gaze towards you, her lips curling into a sly smile.

"Tell me," she began, her voice dripping with curiosity, "what exactly is your relationship with my sister? Could it be that you and she are... intimate?"

Caught off guard by her brazen inquiry, you found yourself momentarily choked on your food. Regaining your composure, you responded firmly, "We are simply good friends." Blackfire's smirk widened at your reply, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she raised her glass of Tamarian wine to her lips.

"Well..." she purred, her gaze lingering on you, "While stealing her lover would undeniably provide immense satisfaction... the prospect of savoring your lips and exploring your body first is enticing in itself."

Her hand gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze as she continued, her tone teasing yet suggestive.

"Don't disappoint me, hero," she whispered, her breath warm against your skin. "I'm intrigued to see what you're capable of, especially after witnessing your prowess in combat. It's not often that I'm impressed, but you... I find myself quite eager to explore." With a mischievous chuckle, she concluded, "I'm positively itching to see what lies beneath those clothes of yours."

“This is not a marriage of love,” Komand’r seethes. “If I had a say, you wouldn’t be allowed near me.”

She hates you for what you represent, the man whom her family had arranged her to marry. For the simple fact she has no say in this marriage. Komand’r wants control; wants to feel like she has a say in her life. She doesn’t, not since her sister was born. Looking at you is making her sick.

You remind her of her failures.

“Leave me,” she says, turning away from you. You don’t need to see her weak.

Despite everything her heart felt heavy, as her family had just given her to some man whom Komand'r didn't even know of, despite Komand'r being the oldest sibling, despite that she was supposed to be the first in line to the throne of Tamaran.

It honestly felt like she had been thrown away by her family, and that made her feel more vulnerable than she'd ever felt before.